Childhood, happiness and the bane of adulthood

We are born playful creatures, we smile easily, frolic nonchalantly around, and life to us is a succession of light and funny moments.
We fall, stand up and laugh, we snicker at our parents tripping on the edge of the carpet and we launch ourselves into a spasmodic chuckle watching our mom spill juice all over her newly acquired dress.
We are never in a hurry, we eat at the rhythm of our leisurely chewing. When we take a bath, the bathroom turns into a sandy beach on a hot summer day, we splash water everywhere, giggling, swallowing foam and spitting it out, sometimes we wear our swimming googles and wallow in the bathtub.
Going to bed at night is a lively alternation between us under the blanket in complete darkness and us sticking our heads out, peeking into the "outside world", marveling at the contrast and doing it again.
Brushing our teeth is a comedic waltz between the acrid taste of the toothpaste and the relief of swashing clear water in our mouths.
Our life is a succession of moments of joy and playful discoveries.
One day we wake up, and we are told by the disapproving eyes of our mom, the stern expression of our dad, the harsh flow of words coming from our uncle’s mouth or the tepid reaction to our outburst of laughter that we should stop being kids, that we should grow up.
Life is hard, we are told, and that all the fun needs to be moderate, appropriate and controlled.

This is the end of the life as we knew it, the life that we woke up to with expectant eyes,  and the start of a life of fabricated responsabilities, imposed austerity and uneeded complexities.

It is handed down to us by humans that are mindlessly and unecessarily perpetuating a convoluted and maladaptive way of life.